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A younger-looking Liang Chen climbed the steep stairs of the Nine-Turns-Goldbone Mountain Range, a lone peak behind the Jadebone peak where the abbot lived in seclusion. Liang Chen appeared to be in his fifties, but he climbed the stairs like a teenager.

One step and he crossed several meters.

But then, something made the Arhat stop abruptly. He froze for a moment and trembled, his eyes widened in disbelief. It took him less than a second to snap out of his trance and disappear from the stairway.

Once he reappeared, he was standing on the threshold of a small cottage, his body shaking with rage, fear, and panic as he bellowed, "Brother!"

On the ground before, lay an old monk who had an appearance similar to his own, sprawled weakly while coughing black blood that burned everything, even his skin where it came in contact.

There was a dagger plunged in the middle of his lungs laced with a purple-colored dust.

Liang Chen did not let a second pass by upon seeing his brother's state and appeared beside him, kneeling down on the ground, trying to channel his powers to heal the older monk.

"It's—Cough!—it's too late!" His brother wheezed through his cough and gripped his hands tightly, not letting him waste his qi on a dying man like him. His voice sounded hollow and raspy. His inner organs and vocal cords were already being corroded away from the poison that was inside his body.

"Who did this?!" Tears threatened to drip from Liang Chen's eyes as he saw the dying state of his brother. His gaze was filled with hatred and anger, so much so that he could not even think straight."

"It was little Rui…" The abbot looked away from his brother's gaze and spoke in a voice lower than a whisper before looking back, "But it was me who let him down. I failed to teach him… My teachings fell short; they could not reach him."

Hearing the name send a thunderous tremor through Liang Chen's body, he did not show any signs of shock, only cold, untamable hatred.

"That ungrateful traitor will pay for what he has done to you." The beads of pain and sadness fell from his face, but his brother shook his head heavily.

"Don't forget our teaching, Chen—cough! Buddha… Cough! is merciful, and every karma bears a fruit, and you will not even realize when you ate it until its taste fills your mouth." Seeing the fury and pain in his brother's eyes, the dying abbot spoke words of comfort as his voice grew softer with each word and his eyes dimmed.

"Remember… Don't be blinded by the rage and take care of the temple in my absence; you are the only one who can do—" The abbot could not even finish his words before life slipped through his grasp and his lifeless body fell in his brother's arms.

"Brother!" Hugging the lifeless body, Liang Chen cried his heart out. As much as he wanted to rush out and look for the traitor, he could not bear to get up from the ground and leave his brother's body here.

But sometimes life does not wait around for you.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sound of a loud bell chimed through the entire temple. The three bells were only rung when the temple was in danger.

Steeling his saddened heart, Liang Chen laid his brother on the ground and slowly stood up. He turned back and disappeared from the room and appeared in the air above the sect; his bloodshot eyes pierced through every mountain and landed on the source of the danger.

"SHEN RUI!!!" Recognizing the person who had just pinned one of the dead Arhats to the outer walls of the temple, Liang Chen shouted, his body whistling down, leaving behind nothing but a golden blur.

But just as his extended palm was about to reach Shen Rui, a grotesque monster appeared between the two of them and took the brunt of his power.

The monster crumbled into fragments, allowing Shen Rui to leap back beside the man who had rescued him from the attack.

Dressed in a dark cloak with a solid metal mask covering his face, stood a man whose body hovered an inch above the ground.

"Are you done venting, monk?" Amon snarled at the young monk with a bit of annoyance; he did not even pay attention to Liang Chen. Seeing the young monk nod, he snapped his fingers, and a portal appeared behind them, swallowing their bodies as if it were embracing them.

"You won't get away, traitor!" Liang Chen did not seem to care about how the beast came into the temple or who the unknown man was. He raised his hand and sent a barrage of palm attacks from the distance, aiming to destroy Shen Rui altogether.

But…

He was too late; before his attack could even hit them, they had disappeared, and the debris from the ground flew in all directions upon collision.

…

The three bells from that day were still vivid in Liang Chen's mind. The bells echoed in his soul like some soul haunting him every day and every night.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

And those bells rang once more after seventy years when Shen Rui… now known as Hemes… was standing before him. Just looking at his treacherous face brought all the memories from that day as if everything had just happened a moment before.

The anger he had suppressed in his heart came crushing back—no, that was not correct. The anger had always been with him; it was merely hidden, deep in his heart, growing slowly with each passing day.

But today, it surfaced for the first time ever since that day.

"SHEN RUI!" Abbot Liang Chen transformed into a wrathful Buddha. No one had ever seen him like this ever since the previous abbot had passed away. "No one will save you today!"

Liang Chen's body shimmered with a rainbow glow, his body soared through the sky, and he appeared across from Hemes. He shot out his palm, pushing the air.

An illusionary golden palm, tinted with red, was condensed in the middle of the air.

The golden palm, tinted with crimson fury, shimmered with divine brilliance as it surged down from the heavens. Even the space around the palm trembled. This was no ordinary palm attack.

It radiated not only power but the meaning of dao itself. After reaching the Soul Formation realm, the cultivators start to comprehend the concept of their paths.

And this palm contained all of his understanding of the concept of Buddhism.

Each of the five glowing fingers extended outward like the roots of samsara, and within its center pulsed a mandala of concentric rings, ancient, sacred, and powerful.

Scriptures in forgotten tongues flickered across the palm's surface—

This was no mere technique.

It was the embodiment of Liang Chen's path!

And as the palm came pressing down at him, Hemes showed no signs of panic, but a cold light shined in his eyes, breaking the gentle facade of his.

"This palm shall bring justice to my brother and an end to your evil soul." Liang Chen roared as the palm fell down, pushing the air away from its path. "Grant your karmic judgment, Graceful Dharma Palm!"

Underneath the colossal palm, Hemes looked like an ant. He looked up, and he could see fingerprint lines, edges, and the curves of the fingers on the palm.

With each meter the palm crossed, its weight grew heavier—not just in power, but in karmic gravity.

The palm neared Hemes.

The air turned still.

The world, for a breath, held its silence!

"You and your self-righteous attitude. I fell for all of this once when I took that man as my master and ruined the potential I had, wasted the talent I was given." The words that came out of Hemes's mouth were colder than the breeze flowing through the valley.

Liang Chen was looking down, but the palm had covered the sight of the traitor monk for him. He could still hear the voice coming from below as if the words were spoken right beside his ears.

"But no more…" Hemes's voice suddenly got deeper and bone-chilling. Liang Chen felt his soul tremble as he saw a tsunami of black qi colliding against the hand below and escaping from the corner of the palm or the gaps between the fingers.

The palm suddenly paused…

Boom!

The cultivation that directly overshadowed Liang Chen's burst out of Hermes's body and swept in all directions. The abbot's eyes turned colder and solemn when he saw the palm being kept at bay just by a mere burst of qi aura.

The qi from his body moved outwards and struck the weaker cultivators all around the area. Elder Meng Shui and Lei Ji, along with the arhats, helped them to evacuate the area, but even then many of the sect disciples and the unaffiliated cultivators perished.

They all looked at the source of the disaster. In the center of the sea of qi, Hemes's figure could no longer be seen.

Woosh! Bang!

Instead, two arms shot out from the darkness. The arms matched the size of the palm and grasped it from both sides.